Saturday, August 12, 2017

A bit of a letdown

I spent Thursday at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia (or in the car more truthfully) for my annual neurology physical. On Friday, I felt like crying.

It wasn't their fault. If anyone is at fault, it's me.

I didn't expect them to say: "Matt, we have this guaranteed cure we have just been waiting house. Are you ready to walk?"

That would have been awesome, for sure -- so would a pony.

It hit me when I was glancing at the followup instructions. They were mostly generic. Last year, I had these big plans to get a new chair, a lift, PT. The year before that was hearing aids, which I did last year, too.

The neurologist did tell me my heart isn't bad, so that was nice to hear. I'll survive, I imagine.

What's this?

A friend of mine and I decided that when you are bitter, you have two options. You can be mean and angry bitter, which begets pity. Or you can be a funny bitter, which inspires laughter, maybe empathy and even learning. It is a very fine line between the two.

I asked my favorite visual artist I am related to to illustrate this. She did an awesome job.It is quite a task. I am definitely bitter. I hope I am funny.